Flaxen maned and creamy-complexioned, 19 gorgeous girls flocked to the Crime for one hour last night. No fools they, to a one in a chorus chanted:
"Time! Time! We got time. Let's join."
Girls, every one on slender shoulders taking journalistic responsibility, attended first meeting of CRIMSON'S famed, historic competition, held in fabled, cluttered news room, one-Time, embryonic home of many a now-kudoed newsman.
Men, too, made the scene, hopefuls all of making news, editorial, business and photographic boards for which new candidates will get glad-handed treatment at a repeat performance tonight at 7:30.
Beauties, prophetic words falling on resonant eardrums, retired reading The Weekly Newsmagazine, promised to alert dorm-mates, gent-friends.